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In an effort to put a lid on the heels and the heated, often off-topic debates of HB, we now bring you Extreme Rules. ER is the home of women's wrestling related arguments that are out of control! There are no limits here for stans, best known as those who will stop at nothing to ruthlessly defend their favorite women's wrestlers and bash everyone else's.
WARNING: THIS THREAD WILL NOT BE MODERATED AND MAY CONTAIN OFFENSIVE CONTENT! NSFW
All members must be aware that no negative comments in this thread should be taken seriously or to heart. There will be trolls stationed here, so if you would rather not hear something bad said about your favorite talent, then it would be in your best interest to stay out of this thread. Furthermore, this thread should be used to continue any off-topic or random women's or general wrestling debates. With the creation of this thread, note that moderators will be cracking down on forum rules and policies. This means trolling, flamebait and off topic posts will be looked at more strictly.
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*Rings bell*

While nothing is being reported by any official trade site, I thought speculation would be fun. This guy's reputable source alleges the X-Men will be introduced somewhat Avengers style, by either cameoing in different upcoming MCU movies (this bit has been rumored for quite some time) or in their own Disney+ series (Wolverine, namely). For the first MCU X-Men film, the line up for the official X-Men team is rumored to consist of Cyclops, Jean Grey, Sunfire, Havok, Nightcrawler, Thunderbird and Storm, with the team being predominantly young adults and attending Xavier's School, likened to Hogwarts and Harry Potter. There's also speculation that these won't be the only mutants we see throughout the school, but this will be who the film is centered on. Watch the video for more details and sound off with your thoughts. Do you use? Who would you like to see make up the team?

↪ Need a place to post miscellaneous women's wrestling related pictures from their social media, red carpet events, photoshoots, etc. and would rather share it outside of your stanbase since you're not well populated (like the Bella Army), nor do people generally care to know if your fave has left her cave (like AJ Lee)? Post it here. #TeamModel
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I know you're afraid to let your feelings show
Emma’s sleek silhouette perforates through the sunset on the horizon, said mural painting reflecting back toward her by the neighboring cars. She clutches the perimeter of Bobby’s steely, jagged, toned torso, whilst the engine steadily grinds, the pair riding into the distance on the backseat of his crimson motorcycle. The length of her bountiful locks streak onto the cold wind—its movement brought on by the intense acceleration—and her blushed cheek rests upon his leather clad back, her eyes locked shut just above them in mild fear. There was no fear of Bobby for the dauntless Emma, however. The early weeks of her knowing him were bliss; every minute since opening themselves to the potential of one another felt earned after years of feeling alone. And now she anticipated being afforded the opportunity to see this new, variant side to him like he did her; a lucid dream away from their waking lives. Just as she anticipated, it was an adventure deep into the catacombs of his past and psyche, which remained barricaded to most everyone.
Though the itinerary and destination of their long awaited first date remained a secret to Emma, the serenity ribboned in with the thrill Bobby provided in this new role as a potential romantic interest, meant she would trust him to take her anywhere—perhaps even through the clouds and back again. He felt safe, despite the mystery he was shrouded in. She held an optimism, an overzealousness, so rare for the previously heartbroken single parent. All reservations had been abandoned, for she was committed to giving all of herself to—once again—find the love she craves, causing her to stay unflinching despite the dangerous velocity of her growing bond. Unlike the previous time, with her last lover, she thought to have matured and was finding her shattered self becoming whole again, the gift of motherhood allowing her growth. She was ready and eager, this time. Prepared, even, she thought. But there was really no preparation for Bobby’s pull.
The motorcycle glides along the coastline highway, passing the shores of Atlantis to a more quiet beach area, where the seagulls flutter across the cotton candy pink and purple sky. The couple would finally slow down, pulling in front of a modern but modest beach house, Emma thereafter exhaling whilst being plucked from the bike with the strength of Bobby’s strapping arms, and carefully placed on the strength of her buckling legs. “I probably shouldn't have worn a dress... wait, this is your’s?” she inquires with mild astonishment, as the wind continues to toss her hair and force against the air escaping her lips. “The house, I mean.”
MONTY
@Maxim

@Angelic I'll be fine my love, just with everything going on and snowballing fast and out of control, my mental health has taken a big dip and I couldn't focus well enough to be able to give my all to everything I've dipped my hands in on and offline. This was really fun though and Cordelia has worked hard, so I wish all of my sisters luck for the final rounds and hope everyone is taking care of themselves

Happy Pride Month, Heartbreakers family! 🌈 I think I've given y'all enough speeches to last a lifetime, but I just wanna reiterate that all of us here have found a chosen family in one another and I'm so grateful for that. For anyone who ever needs support, you know where you can always turn. I love every single one of you.
With that said, I thought to open up this thread to honor and celebrate LGBT+ actors, characters, TV series, movies, etc. throughout the years, and if you'd like, please share how and why it has had an impact on you.
I'll start by celebrating Janet Mock, a black trans woman who is breaking ground writing, producing and directing for television. She became the first trans woman of color hired as a writer for a TV series IN HISTORY with the FX ballroom series Pose (created by Ryan Murphy and his people), and has gone on to write and direct the series Hollywood, which focuses on minorities attempting to achieve their dreams in golden age Hollywood (also by Ryan Murphy). In 2019, she inked a three-year deal with Netflix giving them exclusive rights to her TV series and a first-look option on feature film projects, making her the FIRST openly transgender woman of color to secure a deal with a major content company. As someone who aspires to be a writer/creator for television, I can't even properly express with words how huge of an inspiration she is to me and how much light and joy she and her success brings me. The stories she's told/helped tell are literally part of why I even evolved into who I am today and felt the strength to be honest about myself with everyone. Thank you Janet Mock, as well as the numerous trans women of color (MJ Rodriguez, Indya Moore, Laverne Cox, Angelica Ross) who are breaking through barriers in the entertainment industry to help make my, and others like me, dreams possible (I'll use this to segue into #BlackLivesMatter; if you haven't already, please do your part, especially after recognizing that Pride month literally wouldn't exist without queer black people. Click here for ways you can help).

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Now that the smoke's gone and the air is all clear, those who were right there got a new kind of view
Continuing his direction, Dawson nods in approval of Hunter’s delivery of the fine script given, in order to quell the lead actor’s clear stage fright, and maintain his calmness and confidence. The royal’s intense eyes, however, read a different story, as he got up and turned to move toward his henchman with a look of vexation. Hunter’s performance wasn’t quite up to his standards, and through careful reflection, it dawned on Dawson that Bobby may be able to recognize what’s unfolding behind the curtain, which may result in him storming center stage, and taking firm grasp of both the lead role and the direction.
Luckily, Dawson was alone at the top of the food chain for good reason, one of many being his adaptability. If Hunter wasn’t able to draw information regarding Bobby’s whereabouts out of him, then perhaps they could instead lure the passionate alpha male to their wolf trap. Regardless of whether he was forced to venture into the wild alone, or not, there’s no way Bobby would pass off the opportunity to come face to face with one Dawson Clarke, for a potential final time. He knew Bobby to be overconfident and brimming with grit. And having become attune to Bobby’s other characteristics in the time they spent working together, it was the strong loyalty and solicitude belonging to the young man—specifically toward people he trusted and cared for—that was his ultimate weakness. At present, someone Bobby considered a faithful ally was in danger, and now was the time to be the hero. Unfortunately for both traitors, this Clarke production was a tragedy. And now, the plan was to exploit Bobby’s weakness, as well as his fragile mental state, to give life to the unruly monster buried within. Perhaps then Bobby would run back into the arms of Dawson for his leadership.
Dawson reaches into the pocket of his henchman’s black trench coat and retrieves a gun, then points it upward and puts weight on the trigger to shoot at the concrete of the dank, wet tunnel. The running water would then splash at his feet as he storms across the way and presses the barrel underneath Hunter’s chin. “Bobby Carter...” he moans after swiping the cell phone and placing it on speaker. “It’s Dawson, man; remember me? I’m here with your friend and just wanted to catch up with you, see how things have been going with you lately. I heard you’ve been doing pretty well, even managed to get yourself a little girlfriend over at Sirens, is that right? Saved her from that brawl and everything, like you were Superman. Wait... my apologies. It was rude of me to interject upon your conversation. Here Hunter, carry on.”
“Bobby man,” Hunter cries with a trembling voice, his face glazed with sweat, tears and mucus. “I’m so fucking sorry, man. He caught me. But please—”
“Aha, sorry to interject once again, but I believe what your friend here is trying to tell you is he desperately needs your help since I found out about what the two of you have been doing, and unless you turn yourself over to me, I’ll be forced to kill him.”
MONTY
@Maxim

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Now that the smoke's gone and the air is all clear, those who were right there got a new kind of view
A strong scent of iron permeates the desolate air as a pair of brute men drag a bleeding, gagged and restrained third through puddles of mud, caused by the torrential downpour of rain. The victim desperately writhes and struggles, attempting to set himself free for his life, but he couldn’t overpower the muscle of the enforcers. The viscosity of his blood lessens with the wash of precipitation, and thus continuously runs off his body, creating an abstract pattern over his skin. In a steady flow, the blood continues into the small volumes of water, leaving smoky streams throughout before they cloud and tint the overall opacity a strong crimson. There was no telling what would become of the worn male, but following closely behind was one Dawson Clarke, who calmly stated words of ‘reassurance’. “Calm down, buddy,” he begins, as the men all slide down the steep incline of the sloshy dirt hill, then make their way through the gated, concrete tunnel entrance to ‘Devil’s Gate dam’. “This won’t last long, I promise. Someone just has to pay for your friend’s sins. And as the judge, I’ll be making certain someone does.” A rush of water speeds down Dawson’s finely structured face after saturating his dark mane of hair, sunglasses shielding his eyes despite the sky having no pigment but a somber gray, it being the early morning hours. Perhaps the dark shades were meant to hide a pensive feeling of sadness; he didn’t exactly want to do this, but it must be done. He’d been deeply double-crossed by someone he thought to be family, and now he was left heartbroken. The loss of his mother’s life and, subsequently, his relationship with his brother only further shattered his broken heart into dust, leaving merely an empty space.
As the victim is placed to sit against the dark tunnel wall, whilst rapidly running water pulls an uncomfortable blanket over his outstretched legs, Dawson removes his glasses, crouches low and whispers into the man’s ear. “Now, I’m gonna stay right here and you’re gonna make a phone call to your friend Bobby Carter. You know… the one you’ve been playing mole for, in order to help him hide from me. Once he answers, you’re going to do specifically as I instruct, repeating what I say word for word. Do you fucking understand me?” The lack of response brings forth a titter through Dawson’s tightened pink lips. “Oh right, you’re—” he reminds himself before he removes the gag from the former associate.
“I understand. Just please, please don’t kill me, man, I’m fucking begging you. I have a fiancée now and she’s pregnant with our second kid and I just wanna be there for them, please. I promise I won’t ever snake you out like that again and I’ll do whatever you want,” pleads Dawson's treacherous hostage, the salt from his tear soaked face diluting by the other elements at play.
“I’ve already told you not to worry,” Dawson counters with a stern scowl. “I’m not going to kill you. For a crime like yours, that’s not the punishment I see fit. Besides; with your help, I’d be inclined to be more lenient. So here—tell me the number and I’m going to give the phone to you. Remember to repeat after me and do not, under any circumstance, tell Bobby this has anything remotely to do with me, nor indicate any sort of imminent danger for the both of you. Because then I will kill you.” With his two lips wired shut, Dawson flashes a quick smile, then snaps to signal for one of his enforcers to hand over the traitor’s cell phone. The beeping sound of the dialed numbers echo through the tunnel, and then Dawson slowly puts the phone to the ear of his Judas as the call rings through to a connection...
MONTY
@Maxim

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Why don't you invite me in?
Dawson maintains the suggestively close proximity, whilst he tilted Ira's head further to give more sight to the length of his narrow, damp neck. He tows the cream across the space, revealing the snow white pigment of his subordinate's peel, then runs his finger over the bared area to pet and soothe his wild capture. Advancing farther up, he spreads open his entire hand to add more cream, but covertly studies to see if Ira's pulse was increasing. That sense of unrest—specifically in the most fearsome, unruly, intimidating of men—was utterly addictive to the royal. The dominance and power was addictive.
"Perfect," Dawson breathes, before continuing to clean off the pelt of his cohort and feeding upon the meaty tension. He begins to unravel his thoughts, revealing his given quest—the first of many. "So I've been hiding in plain sight for countless years now, but it would appear that there's a specific group of people that is surfacing, who are able to see me; at least that's the observation I've been making, with my limited resources and talents. The problem here is that, under no circumstance, is allowed to happen, especially as I embark on my political career, which requires the populations security in me." He tilts his head as he ventures to the area below Ira's parted lips, remaining tight in the space they shared, while the pattern of their breath subconsciously synchronizes. "You fancy yourself an information broker, correct? I need you to get their information, their locations, and we'll make arrangements in order to get rid of them, permanently and forcefully. And if need be, there will be blood on your hands. The catch here is they seem to all be hiding behind fucking computer screens, on that 'world wide web'. Now I'm no tech expert, but I assume you'll be able to de-mask all those trying to remain anonymous. Play their game and surf into their world, then pull them into my underworld where I will dole out the apt judgment and punishments to their empty souls."
Ira's face stripped clean, Dawson reaches for the bold peppermint scented aftershave and proceeds to massage over the Irishman with his sultry hands. "Huh... it's almost like looking in a mirror," he sarcastically remarks with a cocksure titter, sidestepping momentarily from his speech, while peering forward.
MONTY
@Palpatine

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Why don't you invite me in?
'Actus reus' or 'the guilty act' and 'mens rea' or 'the guilty mind'—the two raw elements of crime and criminal law, Dawson had long studied and practiced these fundamentals, able to deconstruct it to a near molecular level. It was a science, his ability to dissect, decipher and manipulate both categories positioning him as one of the greatest attorneys in the country. But, perhaps most terrifying, it also made him one of the best, most elusive criminals. His belief, however, was neither of the two elements applied to his actions, for he was the judge, jury and executioner. He punished the guilty, which, in turn, rendered his 'mens rea' nonexistent. As for his 'actus reus', there was no guilty act without a guilty mind. The guilty were sat beneath his throne; those who did most of his dirty deeds until he felt it was their time for judgement. A roster of the finest criminals in America, ranging from enforcers and hitmen, to traffickers and dealers of arms or drugs, to blackmailers and thieves. Even inside men were part of his army, those working in hospitals and law enforcement, where his burgeoning political career and massive celebrity status could be leveraged if need be. He was an incredibly dangerous, Machiavellian mind, charming and cunning as a fox. And his power only seemed to grow.
Likewise, it came time for expansion of his roster, Dawson having lost some of his most faithful accomplices: Sebastian Kane, Nicholas Milano… Bobby Carter, his favorite underling and his ultimate betrayal. But as his Gucci formal footwear batters against the floor—the Olympia royal marching toward the interrogation room of the Olympia Police Department, with an officer holding position to his left—his primary objective was the recruiting of an odd fellow, who he was secretly given intel on by a member of the force. "I'd like to see Ira Brennan," Dawson commands the door guard, the fluorescent lighting strobing as it clings to its final breath. "I'm his lawyer." The pair of machismo men exchange polite nods following the falsity, before the guard steps aside to allow access.
As Dawson locks sight upon the man of the hour, his green eyes widen and bow shaped lips curl into a tiny smirk, the meaning behind it which he was careful not to decode. Ira was long and lean, with raven hair and narrow eyes, dressed in a dishevelled button up shirt and loose tie, which contrasted Dawson's strategically 'laidback' attire in lieu of his campaigning. There was no telling what this figure had been up to, but there was an undefined trait that was roping the ruler of the criminal underworld in. He turns to the reflective glass and raises an arm, signaling his dismissal of the detectives outside, then takes a seat before his newest prospect. "Hello there..." he purrs, one of his two thick eyebrows lifting slightly whilst he stared inquisitively through his brow bone.
MONTY
@Palpatine

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Can you help me, I'm bent. I'm so scared that I'll never get put back together
Dawson shadowed closely behind his brother as the journey to the exit was made, in order to ensure the departure didn't yield any damage beyond what was already done to Dawson's soul. But with each heavy step toward the door, Ethan became less and less recognizable, his shape metamorphosing into merely a blur, caused by the elder Clarke's eyes coating with what would hopefully be its last sheet of mist. But those final words proved a fatal blow, puncturing right through his beating heart just before it completely was enveloped by ice.
'She'd be spinning in her grave', Ethan callously remarked, the recorded statement in rotation against the stylus, and replaying through Dawson's fragile mind. Was that truly what he was proving to be: a monster? If his mother could actually see him and all his deeds, would she misunderstand him and hate him as much as Ethan presently did? Was all his effort to lead the family, redeem its name and cement its standing members together, in vain? The riddles posed were quite easy to decipher. And the reality buried Dawson spirit deep in the soil, where his mother would soon be laid to rest.
As Ethan passes through the door, Dawson slams it behind him, beckoning for his tears to crash through the dam barricading them, while his face folds tight amidst his heavy sobbing.
There he sat, collapsing under the weakness of his lower limbs, onto the cold floor. Flooded with pain, he was left in his large glass castle all alone.
FIN.
MONTY
@Charlie

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Can you help me, I'm bent. I'm so scared that I'll never get put back together
Dawson tilts his short glass of scotch whiskey and rotates the bottom against the finished wood of his dining room table. Veiled by shadows—the Olympia rising sun barricaded from entering his glass castle—he sits somber and in solitude, sinking into the depth and murkiness of his thoughts, whilst staring into the maelstrom being formed in his brown drink. He’d been up all night, bathing himself in his endless supply of spirits, trying to forget the sorrow brought on by a recent revelation.
The revelation? The most important woman in his life—his mother and guardian angel—had little life left, holding onto her final thread after having been left comatose by cardiac arrest. And as her power of attorney, Dawson was faced with the difficult task of deciding whether or not to pull the plug, after being told there was no hope remaining.
As for the decision? Racing down his prominent cheekbone was a single tear, almost diluted by the alcohol which he over consumed. Therein laid the answer. He knew what must be done, no matter how harrowing it proved. He knew it was his mother’s time to pass on to the afterlife, despite the moment approaching sooner than desired. It was time for him to let go and wish farewell. And he had to remain affirmative.
Already spending the whole evening prior preparing early funeral arrangements, Dawson looks at the array of florals, sprawled for presentation by the florist before she departed for other appointments. It was awe-inspiring how a simple piece of decor could carry so much weight in its symbolism. Those white magnolias; thought to represent dignity and nobility, traits synonymous with the life the matriarch of the royal Clarke clan led throughout her turbulent road travelled. Faced with betrayal and infidelity, she still managed to hold her head high and maintain her respect of self. She was as honest and virtuous as any woman could possibly be; an aspiration and inspiration to many. Panning his eyes over to the lilies hearkens the thought of restored innocence after death, as well as humility and devotion, the latter of which was left tested by the unraveling of the Clarke marriage. It’s there that Dawson ponders whether he always underestimated the importance of flowers; what he knew of, scientifically, was their ability to withstand harsh conditions and changing weather—all on a single, narrow stem—and each new spring season, blossom into something which gives us life. It was, however, more than science. Fixing upon the the deep pink roses, aptly named 'The American Beauty’, he begins to sob. It was his mother’s favorite; classic and simple, just as she liked. He takes one in his hand and clutches onto it tightly, the shivering of his palm loosening the petals and forcing them to cascade. Much like him, the flower wasn’t as strong as it appeared. But in his moment of weakness and vulnerability, company would emerge through the front door to his modern mansion. It was exactly the support which could serve to remedy him, although between the pair of them, there was still a lot left to be spoken in order for Dawson to be able to lean on their shoulder.
Suddenly, there the guest stood before him; his eyes puffy and wide, just as they were when the two of them were children at war with a shattered family portrait and a vicious media. It was Ethan Clarke, his estranged younger brother. Dawson draws back the mucus in his nose, and forces words through a buckling voice as he stands on his leather clad feet. “E… Ethan. It’s... it’s so good to see you.”
MONTY
@Charlie

AJ Lee and Eve Torres are invited!
Though I will say AJ could have been specific about anti-black racism since that's the issue we're vocalizing, but she corrected herself and wrote out Black Lives Matter on Twitter.

All of this
But as for the bold, I think I'm gonna be pushing myself to do more for y'all here since I really need a break from Twitter to build back up my mental strength since the shit going on is a lot.

I already mentioned my favorite show Pose, but I wanted to highlight it again as it's been a huge deal for me and I'm so grateful to have stories of trans and gay people of color be put on a mainstream platform. The thing I love about it most is unlike most stories dealing with trans and gay people of color, it kinda gives all its main characters a more uplifting, happier ending than you'd expect. It could come across as saccharine or cheesy at times, but for a community that is constantly portrayed to lose, it feels amazing seeing things turn out different and to be given a positive message. For more shows centered on ballroom culture (more modern takes) check out Vice's My House and HBO Max's Legendary.
Another show I wanted to spotlight is of course RuPaul's Drag Race. As problematic and ignorant as the host and producers are, it has really helped change the way queer art is perceived by the entire world and a lot of the queens who have come through have shared their stories and really became superhero-like in a sense. I remember watching the very first season back when I was in the 10th grade, and I was so moved by seeing all these queer people be unapologetically their feminine selves, and it was something that I hoped to emulate even though it took years after the fact. Queens from the series that I've admired include Bob the Drag Queen (black excellence), Violet Chachki, Sasha Velour, Aquaria, Monet X Change, Tatianna, Detox, Shangela, Monique Heart, Shea Coulee, Katya, Valentina, and more recently Crystal Methyd and season 12 winner Jaida Essence Hall.
Glee was another show I watched in high school and was a seminal moment for me, even though I fell off that train when it went off the rails with Ryan Murphy's crazy ass. Kurt and Blaine was the first gay couple I really was drawn to and rooted for (that also went off the rails), and Unique's introduction and storyline really was a game changer for me, especially when she was catfishing Ryder (I wish they went deeper with that storyline, I wanted to see them to get together; I guess so I could live vicariously at the time).
More recently, Euphoria has struck a chord with me, as the character Jules' story is a lot like mine between seeking acceptance in older men through hook up apps, to getting mixed in with a closeted guy my age and it going left. It's just a really special show and I can't wait to see where it goes next.
I also wanted to name the movie To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar because I literally watched this with my mom when I was like three or four years old, and I have to admire my mom for having no qualms exposing me to queer media that was extremely taboo and guarded away from kids back then, with parents finding it "inappropriate". Especially as a black parent, involved in a particular lifestyle that doesn't openly embrace the LGBT community. To this day my mom adores drag queens (and still thinks I am one, but that's a whole story for another day), and I respect her for it.

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"FACE / OFF."
Ira & ANDREW
So I've been suffering a drought in terms of things to do with my character Andrew Avila, a disaffected radio disc jockey with a degree in political science, minoring computer science. As he became more cynical with his personal and professional life, he developed a strong fascination with technology, specifically the rapidly exploding internet / the world wide web, the inner workings of it, and how it's used to spread and control information, of great or little importance, to the masses (what with it being the Y2K; also notable is he's highly intelligent and as mentioned, well-versed in computer science / computer programming).
What I had in mind here was inspired by the anonymous hacker group of the real world (and the movie "Hackers"), which would see Andrew fall into the dark underbelly of the internet and turn into a prolific, powerful, anonymous hacker which ropes him into the Olympia criminal underworld at large, as he seeks to expose it and bring justice on behalf of the city's citizens and his close friends who are being tormented and tortured by said criminal underworld. Where Ira comes into play is with him being an information broker, I see him and Andrew becoming dangerous adversaries; Andrew seeking to expose the city's corruption using the internet, while Ira is tasked to protect it using his own vast skill set of obtaining information. What Andrew will ultimately learn is he has no idea who he's really fucking with (Ira will terrify him) or what he's getting himself into. But as the "messenger of Gods" in the myths and the being whose job was to lead souls to the underworld (that's the whole tie in here with Andrew seeking to expose the underworld), he is prepared to take on the harrowing responsibility whether or not Ira threatens his life, as he feels it's his duty.
Anyway friend, we can discuss details on Discord if you're into this idea that literally just popped in my head lmao. Between Andrew and Dawson, I'll likely be keeping you very busy!!!
LINK TO SHIPPER
MONTY
@Palpatine

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Why don't you invite me in?
The now familiar cold, callous smile appears and vanishes—outpacing the blink of his green eyes—before Dawson pulls down another leaden swallow of his strong alcohol. He clears his throat, then begins to strut toward Ira, keeping his eyes chained across the way while he removes his jacket and tie, then unbuttons the cuffs to the sleeves of his shirt to roll them up. His leather shoes patter against the flooring whilst he makes his way, steadily giving build to the pronounced tension between the two sordid men. The climax to the stage show of two puppet masters was near.
Signaling for the barber to step aside upon arrival—after the barber prepared Ira's face with a hot towel and shaving cream—Dawson glides the tips of his fingers against the shiny, silver, stainless steel of an iron sharp shavette, and wraps them around its handcrafted handle to flip it open. The metal drags against the handle as it emerges, and cuts through the air with a sharp noted swishing sound, akin to that of a screeching violin. It gleams beneath the ceiling lights, and reflects the wicked gaze Dawson refused to waive, before he'd run it against his thumb for testing. His crimson blood promptly runs down his skin, inciting another pleased expression from the royal. Then, with a seductive gaze, he'd put his thumb between his lips and suck it dry to disconcert his new cohort, the delicate sound of his saliva loud amidst the dead silence. Stroking the handle briefly, he draws it near Ira's neck—just above the apple in his throat—then presses it against Ira's skin, creating a small scratch of his own. He leans close, his heavy breath and bow lips millimeters from the Irishman's jawline, as he begins to slowly shave away the shadow of a beard. "I have a task that will require your immediate attention," he gently hisses, the shavette pushing tighter against Ira's body. "There is no room for failure, as that will warrant serious consequences. I'm trusting you. Do not make make me regret it."
MONTY
@Palpatine

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